This is not a light-hearted post, so if you’re just not in the mood to be real, that’s fine. But right now, I’m thinking that blogging about my patio flowers, or thoughts about floor covering choices for a remodel, or how much I’d like to mail my flea-ridden pets to Siberia are not worth spending time on.
My mind is heavy with the election, and decisions, policies and issues, and I have to pull the plug sometimes. I’m listening to 911 coverage in the background, remembering, and thinking how strange it is that seven years can go by so quickly, yet so slowly…
I’ve been accused of wanting much, and I won’t disagree. This list of wants doesn’t cost money, though.
I want people to realize there’s quite a bit of difference between reality television and what’s unfolding in this election for the Presidency of the U.S. But if you like straddling the two, by all means, watch Fox News. At least you’ll be entertained while you’re missing the news elsewhere, “Sweetie.”
I want the media, who completely understand how much America laps up reality television, to quit feeding the frenzy with sensational and trivial shit. We know your sponsors need to be paid, and that you’ve forsaken nearly all your ethics at times to pander to America’s addiction to sensation, but it would be great to occasionally also deliver facts, or question the veracity of facts…like, do pigs or snakes look best in lipstick? Elephants? Or…Anyone? Anyone?
I want Americans, who believe the media after a bone-throwing frenzy of sensational and trivial shit, to snap out of it.
I want people who thrive on saying they’re not political to listen, question, wonder, and develop an opinion then express that opinion. It’s not being political — it’s being an American.
I want Democrats who are foaming at the mouth over Sarah Palin to shake it off and keep their eyes on the ball.
I want people to think about the real issues that affect their own lives, not the classic arguments that some want us to mull over like, omg, that pig over there is letting her daughter wear lipstick. The next thing you know, she’ll be pregnant. You know, seriously deep thinking about critical issues.
I want people to realize that as much as they may not like politicians, politicians can and do read the American public fairly well. They know where all our buttons are and push them repeatedly. You know, the button that has “abortion” written on it. Or the one with “Washington Insider” written on it. And “sexist.” Hey sweetie, can you let me know if my lipstick’s on my teeth?
Isn’t this election really about our economy? Isn’t it about a war that’s draining our pockets of hard earned money? A bill we’ll pay for years and years since wars aren’t cheap, but no, absolutely we won’t have our taxes raised. No. Wait. Out the window. It’s a bird. It’s a plane. It’s a pig with lipstick.
Isn’t it about looking at how completely screwed up it all is and how much we’re all affected by the mess? Gasoline, heating oil, hell, anything created with oil, so think of all the by-products. Food costs, anything related to food costs. The environment. Health care. Oh, my, goodness. Health care.
I’m sick of hearing that we should feel fortunate that we can at least afford it. Afford it? How about capable of rolling down the window in my car and throwing nearly $800 a month out the window? Afford it. Sure. I love giving that money to Blue Cross each and every month so that they can send me a beautiful statement on thick, glossy paper printed in a variety of colors letting me know that we STILL haven’t made a deposit to our HSA. Afford it. I haven’t been to a doctor in nearly a year and a half. When I do go, I’ll have to get out my wallet and pay because that $800 a month doesn’t cover much until we’ve spent over $5,000 in a year. You have to be unhealthy to spend that much in a year, and we’re not, so we’ll never get to that number thankfully. We’ll keep throwing the money out the window.
We’re happy like that. Yes, ecstatically, deliriously happy.
After all, someone has to help foot the bill for those who are not insured and use hospital emergency rooms like a doctor’s office, and then can’t/won’t/don’t pay their medical bills.
And no, none of this matters at all because that economic stimulus check really did help pay Blue Cross for their pretty colored paper for an entire month.
Thanks muchly Dubyah.
I’d rather not care. I’d rather think about whether that pig is wearing Chanel’s new fall color.